Down, But Not Out
Hidy ho there, folks. Yes, I'm back again, and no, sadly, not dead yet. I did coin pull at work on Monday and felt fine; however, later that night and Tuesday night, I had a combined total of 1 hour and 20 minutes of sleep because I was in such extreme pain like you wouldn't believe. Luckily, I went to the doctor and found out it wasn't a fucking hernia, which is good, and just a severely strained muscle. I stayed home from work yesterday and took my pills and just layed down and felt better. Today I went to work and my favorite kick ass manager was there; Kelly. So of course, Kelly gets my back and is on the phone for like, 3 hours straight trying to get this worker's comp for me. Lo and behold, not only will they pay for my next check-up, but they'll reimburse me for going to the doc the first time in cold hard cash. Cha Ching!!! Rock the fuck on Kelly!!! This of course was after the fact she told me that she kept fighting the good fight at a manager's meeting and told my other manager to back the fuck off me about my hair and how it was still in accordance with rules and shit. She also said that she'll pose as my lawyer and help me sue the doctor and anybody else who won't cough up some dough for poor, injured Cory. And the icing on the cake: just as I was leaving work and saying goodbye to Kelly in the kitchen, Ashley Simpson comes on the radio she was listening to and we both sang in unison "Pieces of Me" *sigh* aaaaaaaaaaa....Wow, that was sadly sappy and gay, but that's cool man, I'm not broke off my ass more cause of the doctors and Mr. Cheese is footing the bill, and my hair is still cool. FUCK YOU CHUCK E. CHEESE!! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW THAT YOU'RE DEALING WITH THE MOTHER FUCKING MAN!!! Ok, enough of that. I have to type 2 reports now before class in about 2 hours, so I should get to that now. Peace out suckas. Later